The therapist, after a long talk with Shirley, had suggested that she determine if she was physically able to have an orgasm. Rather than use her hand... the therapist had suggested that she get a vibrator. Not suspecting what she would learn from the experience, Shirley had stopped by the pharmacy and picked up what was called a vibrating massager.Following the instructions of the therapist, she had undressed and then applied the vibrator between her legs. Expecting nothing to happen, the first. .of course...yes, we have two. The big fat one?’That was an understatement! That black dildo was as thick as my wrist and Lily had delighted in pointing out to me just how much larger it was to my small cock.‘That one stretches me rather well,? darling? Is that the one you mean?’ Lily smirked.The dildo ?was monstrous and I had to use two hands to thrust it in and out of my wife’s wet sex. Afterwards, her neatly trimmed pubic hair highlighted her now distended pussy and I abjectly wondered how. His friend sat down on the other side of me.The last one in was Jeff. He told the driver where we wanted to go. Then he climbed into the back with us and watched as Hub, the black guy, and Cab, the white guy, pulled my little slip off and lightly tortured my breasts. They were kind of rough but I was having fun.The car came to a stop on a dark downtown street. We piled out and Hub handed me my slip to put back on. I looked around but I didn't recognize a thing. There was no one on the street.. I had to admire the skill with which he drew Buster out.We were in the bar for over two hours, and the whole time, the conversation seemed friendly and general. If Buster was aware of what Rance was doing, he didn't show it. To him, it was a conversation between friends. When we shook hands and agreed to meet him for breakfast Friday morning, I couldn't wait to quiz Rance."I had no idea you were so good at that," I said as we walked to the truck."Good at what?" That interrogation. Did Buster.